Reapers Realm Haunted House Novels & Stories

The client's company wasn't far away, so I clocked in and headed out to meet them. When I stepped into the elevator, I was still on the phone with Adam, sharing the good news. The moment the doors closed, the lights flickered, and strange mechanical noises echoed. Only then did I realize I was alone in the elevator. The date was June 23—the same day I had fallen to my death in my previous life. "Adam!" I yell into the phone. "The elevator is dropping—"

I open my eyes, and bring out the Eye of the Reaper, which represents the watchful gaze of Death, symbolizing my ability to see and interact with the realm of the deceased, but nothing happens again. I stifle my frustration, but a scream breaks from me as I chant

"The High Council has designated this territory a 'Resource Reclamation Zone.' All biological assets are to be processed. Resistance will result in immediate termination." ​"This is my home, not a resource," Rhea spat, her daggers ready. ​"Correction," the Reaper said, its arm shifting with a mechanical whir into a spinning saw-blade of silvered steel. "It is a laboratory that has overstayed its usefulness." ​The fight was unlike anything the Silver Bane had ever experienced. The Reaper didn't feel pain, and it didn't tire. When Marcus lunged, the machine simply swatted him aside with enough force to crack his ribs. Sela’s arrows bounced off the blackened iron as if they were toothpicks.

[Gia's POV] As Death pulled the lever, the sound of grinding mechanisms filled the air as several doors were unlocked and revealed hidden chambers scattered throughout the room. Each door was a different size and shape, some adorned with intricate carvings while others were plain and worn. The doors all led to dark, foreboding tunnels and halls, leading to unknown destinations. The chamber doors opened one by one, revealing dark, hooded figures emerging into the room. The reapers were cloaked in black, their faces hidden in shadow.

It roared. Avery stepped through the tear and staggered, nearly buckling under the sheer noise of it. The sky overhead was swollen purple, pulsing like a storm cloud. Below it stretched a city built from shadow and stone: towers carved from bone, bridges of glass that spanned bottomless pits, streets alive with endless whispers. The air was thick with them—thousands of voices, too faint to make out, weaving into a constant hiss. “Souls,” the reaper said, walking ahead without pause. “What’s left of them, anyway. Don’t listen too hard. They’ll drive you insane.”

NYX’s POV “Salvador suuuucks!” Narin and I had barely stepped into the Rebel’s hideout when we were welcomed by the loud screech of a male banshee- or rather, a farshee- who was obviously fed up with Salvador Academy. I jumped, my hands covering my ears to block out his ear-splitting scream which shook the entire basement. The dude was lucky we were in an underground bunker. If he had pulled this off outside, the Westwood forest would have easily carried his cries to the ears of the guardians. That would lead him into some serious trouble.

Yes, I'm dead and hallucinating before whatever it is decides where I go next. The nurse's voice grips my attention again. "Oh, the Scaler. That's the creature that reminds you of the last thing you heard before you died until it's sure your soul is pure. If you've committed many crimes during your mortal life, he will torture you until he is satisfied, but you'll never enter the afterlife. Instead, your soul will enter another body with no memories, and the cycle will start all over again. Since your soul was pure, he set you free and even gave you the chance to fight for your life. That doesn't happen. But maybe..." Her eyes search the room. Something's off with her sudden chance- she's no

He was listening and nodding his head. So you're manipulating the different molecules to do your bidding, so bossy," he teased and I grunted and walked straight through the door to hear him say Whoa. My cell phone started ringing and I answered seeing it was Liam. "Morning sis, thought you'd like to know that Rai's put out the open hunt on your mate, reapers are free to send him on without any card. You both may end up in the void if they don't take off your heads and end you permanently," he said softly. I sighed sadly and thanked him for the heads up.

“It seems interesting so far. This mansion alone is pretty fascinating. Is there a pattern to figuring out where to go because if not, how the hell do you figure out this maze?” I giggle. “I can’t believe you caught on to the fact that there are patterns. The coven is designed to confuse spirits who might follow us back. The reapers, the ones in the black cloaks, capture them. Don’t confuse them with the Spirit Reapers in the human realm that reap souls. The reapers in the mansion are cursed souls. Basically, they pissed Death off or did something terrible in their life. It’s best to avoid them. Hell, even I avoid them.” “Good to know. Can I get a tour of the mansion before we leave?”

“If she casts me out, I will meet you at the edge of the River Styx and kill you in Purgatory over and over until the Ferryman comes to collect us. And if Hades allows, I will continue to kill you in the Underworld until the end of time.” “I underestimated you.” He chokes up blood. “Everyone does.” I whisper and lay my full weight against the pommel, extinguishing any light left in his spirit. Screams and howls erupt in the distance. I look away from the blood flowing out of his body and move toward Reaper. “They know he died?” I lean heavily against him, suddenly exhausted. “They’re retreating?” Reaper huffs with a nod and gently lowers his body so I can climb onto his back.